Drive, drive in your nails, oh ye waves! to their uttermost heads drive them in! ye but strike a thing without a lid; and no coffin and no hearse can be mine:—and hemp only can kill me! Ha! ha!

Ahab the zealot in hot pursuit of the white whale that shall be the harbinger of the captain’s death.

Raids on the Inarticulate

Eliot’s “Four Quartets” is an autobiographical poem of experiences the poet had at four locations, told over four seasons and in reference to four elements: earth, wind, water and fire, all of which helps to situate the poem somewhere between prospective experience and the seal of meaning the poet has …

Aye, breach your last to the sun, Moby Dick!” cried Ahab, “thy hour and thy harpoon are at hand!—Down! down all of ye, but one man at the fore. The boats!—stand by!

Herman Melville, cetologist